رَاقَتْ عَشِيَّةُ رَأْسِ الطَّرْفِ طَرْفَ فَتىً

لَمْ يَثْنِ رَأْسَ الْجَوَى عَنْ قَلْبِهَ طَرْفهْ

The evening caressed the glance of a young man

The evening at the Cape's headland delighted the eye of a youth,

Who did not turn his passionate glance from his heart

Whose gaze could not deflect the peak of passion from his heart.

حَالَفَنَا الأُنْسُ فِيهِ وَالْمَسَرَّةُ إِذْ

عَنَّ لَنَا الْمُتَمَنَّى مًسْرِجاً طَِِرْفَهْ

Our companionship and joy in him made us hope

Intimacy and gladness were our companions there, when

That our wishes would be fulfilled by his glance

Our desired one appeared before us, saddling his noble steed.

وَالْبَحْرُ مِمَّا صَفَا أَبْدَى ضَمَائِرَهُ

وَالْبُرْجُ مِمَّا عَلاَ يَكْشِفُ مَا خَلْفَهْ

The sea showed its innermost being in its clarity

The sea, in its pristine clarity, revealed its hidden depths,

The tower revealed what was behind it in its height

And the tower, in its lofty height, unveiled what lay beyond.

وَلاَحَتِ الشَّمُّ مِنْ أَطْوَادِ أَنْدَلُسٍ

تَشْكُو ذًرَاهَا النَّصَارَى وَهْيَ فِي لَهْفَهْ

The sun complained from the heights of Andalusia

The towering peaks of the mountains of Andalusia loomed,

Of its abuse by the Christians while in fervor

Their summits complaining of the Christians, steeped in anguish.

وَقَدْ بَدَتْ سَبْتَةٌ مِنْهُ مُنَادِيَةً

يَا لِأَهْلِ دِينِ الْهُدَىهَلْ عِنْدَكُمْ عَطْفَهْ

Septa called out

And Ceuta appeared from it, crying out:

O people of the religion of guidance, is there any kindness in you

'O people of the religion of guidance, have you any sympathy?

هَلْ غَيْرَةٌ تَقْتَضِي طُهْرِي مِنْ نَجَسِ ال

شِّرْكِ بِمُطْلَقِ دِينِ الْمِلَّةِ الصِّرْفَهْ

Is there any zeal to purify me from the filth of polytheism

Is there any righteous zeal demanding my purification from the filth of

By the absolute religion of unadulterated faith?

Polytheism, through the absolute truth of the pure faith?'

هُنَاكَ أُنْشِدُ وَالآمَالُ دَانِيَةٌ

وَالْكُفْرُ عَمَّتْ ذَوِي شَوْكَتِهِ الرَّجْفَهْ

There I recite while hopes are near

There I shall recite, while hopes draw near,

And disbelief has covered those of formidable power

And trembling has seized the mighty among the disbelievers:

الحْمْدُ لِلَّهِ أَهْلُ الحَمْدِ مُلْهِمُهُ

مُخْزِي النَّصَارَى وَمُولِي مَنْ هَدَى لُطْفَهْ

Praise be to Allah, people of praise, who inspires them

'Praise be to God, the Lord of praise and its inspirer,

Degrading the Christians and aiding those He guides in kindness

Who humbles the Christians and bestows His grace upon those He guides.'